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Jesus this guy gets progressively more cringeworthy with each turn when he gets up to speak on the Sixers.
Outside of the technology industry, America sure doesn't build its obscenely wealthy business titans like they used to, do they?
Gone are the tough-minded/flawed-but-complicated/tireless-working/often-rose-from-humble-beginnings type of visionaries and charismatic captains of industry that we the people once saw like Andrew Carnegie, Henry Ford, Walt Disney, John D. Rockefeller and even William Randolph Hearst.
That archetype has given way to the shadowy/soulless/socially awkward/silver-spoon-fed/Ivy-League-bred/craven-corporate-raping-n-pillaging-private-equity/hedge-fund/big-bank/little-dick fuckboy breed of faceless Wall Street drones like Josh Harris, who after being out of Wharton for a decade and doing nothing in particular that anyone can point to directly or be impressed by is suddenly a billionaire.
A billionaire because he and a few partners of a company nobody's ever heard of that specializes in leveraged-purchases of under-appraised or distressed companies that once thrived as real businesses, then sucking it to the marrow before deciding to shut it down to sell for spare parts or flip it at a big bid once its market value magically returns.
These are the obscenely wealthy white men who actually run this country while contributing nothing to it besides upping the stakes in an above-the-law-and-unaccountable, pathologically-greedy, political-puppeteering, paper-passing, catch-and-release, financial shell-game that only he and his preppie pals get to participate in while the rest of us get ass-fucked, bad-lucked, gun-butted and shame-slutted into playing an increasingly insane three-card-molly game.
The only way a guy like this can exist and get this rich being as PR-deficient, inarticulate and tone-deaf as him is by having access to the cheat codes.
This douche bought the Devils and was shocked that it raised an eyebrow in this town.
This clown came to Iverson Retirement Ceremony looking underdressed compared to even AI himself.
And then proceeded to burn the first three speech slots on Adam Silver, his partner and then himself with each man having increasingly less interesting or remotely genuine things to say.
This cocksucker has Doctor J, Pat Croce, Mo Malone or Cheeks, shit even Gary Payton in attendance and on the court during half time not getting a second of speak-to-crowd time but they let those three soggy slices of white bread set it off.
This walking-erection-ending-killjoy calls a season-exiting press conference to call a 19-win campaign a 'huge success' while giving almost no indication that he actually watched them play or knows anything about sport or the city in which he owns a sports franchise.
Please, from now until whenever this asshole sells the team in the next few years, if the 76ers (who are actually the best-managed team in the city currently) aren't gonna send Hinkie-Dinkie-Dawg out there because he is in a bunker doing data-crunches........let Brett Brown or Scott O'Neil or even Willow Smith speak to the fans instead of you, you will make more money for yourself that way as well.
The only time I'd intentionally listen to this guy's painful oration in another presser is if I know he's only there to say something short-and-sweet such as 'we are thrilled to welcome your newest member of the Philadelphia 76ers, Lebron James'.
Stick To The Silent Serpentining That Got You All That Guap, Geek.
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